I rode my motorcycle in the parade.

This was the first year in anyone's memory that any Gay Pride Parade wasn't lead by the Dykes on Bikes, but by The Oedopus Riders.

Although there were more members of the SoCal Gay Sportbikers than anything else.

Many women weren't too pleased, but the guys loved us, and we had a blast.

My favorite part was this cute young 21 year-old blonde stud I met in Saint Louis Obisbo on one of our club rides. He's only recently out, doesn't have any gay friends or gay role models at all (he lives in a small town up north), he had somuch run riding with us, but he got all depressed after the weekend was over and he had to go back home. I talked him into coming down to ride with us in the parade... he'd never been to one before..

Halfway through the route, I looked up and saw him right up front, weaving back and forth along the road, with a BIG HUGE SMILE on his face... It was like seeing a puppy get to run out on a big open field for the first time..I was so happy for him, I thought I was going to cry.